Hard times be damned, Disco embraced capitalism, hedonism, and just plain fun and managed to be just about everything Punk was not: pop tunes for the often glittery masses, easier on the ears, and simple to dance to (who could ever forget the hustle).
Brown enacted it by dropping to his knees, awash in sweat, unable to dance another step, yet shooing away his cape bearer, the aide who would enrobe him and hustle him offstage.